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Today we play, we play with our Spanish beauty and sweetheart Nereida DeadlySin. We tie her in a diamond shaped, hojo-based, gote, a bondage that will be her main support during this session (diamonds are a girl's best friend). A session where she wil go sideways, have her legs opened, her face wrapped tight and her breath taken away.
After all of that, she could not get enough and neither could we! This gorgeous dark haired, dark eyed, inked beauty asking for more, who could resist? We kept the diamond upper body in place, secured her standing tall to the ceiling, tied her legs together and started weaving our web of lust behind her. This gorgeous girl presented in a gorgeous way for the remainder of the evening.
When the evening ended we... well... a gentleman doesn't kiss and tell.
photo's by The Blacksheep, kinbaku by RopeMarks.
Spring's account of today:
"It's spring! So we went out to our cottage at the country side and I went ... up the ceiling!
Of course on beforehand I had no clue what was going to happen, but we were very relaxed and in a good mood so I was looking forward to a little adventure. Not before soon we left the grey city behind us and beautiful fresh nature was welcoming us.
Just as we reached the cottage, the last clouds disappeared. Sunshine! To be honest, I can't wait till it's summer, to feel the wind and the grass on my skin. For now though, we went inside and made it warm and cosy. I undressed and made myself comfortable on the soft blanket. Nice. For a few seconds. Then Bob immediately took my comfort away by tying my arms behind my back. Tight! Luckily I love this kind of restraint and I was curious what was coming next. Why o why did he bring the bamboo?
To tie behind my knees it turned out. This was new to me, but I immediately felt what was going to happen and yes... He folded my legs around the bamboo. The only movements I could make now, were to keep my balance. Was this an ancient torture method? Where we going in that direction?
Hmmm no, he was teasing me and he made me go up in the air. First horizontally. I felt the ropes sharp in my hips. The feeling dissolved slowly and there I was, melting and floating in the air.
Then another quick movement. Woosh! I giggled when he pulled my upside down. It was a relief the hang like that. I didn't get much time to enjoy this though. Bob made me swing by pulling me backward from my nipples. I screamed. And I screamed again when he pulled the rope between my legs. It's sensitive there you know! Now it was his turn to laugh. He was playing with me and every time I screamed, he immediately made me thank him, which I happily did.
It was a beautiful day, a lot of rope and a bit of torture. All the things I love so much."
photo's by FetLight https://fetlife.com/users/859862
kinbaku by RopeMarks http://www.RopeMarks.com
Today we play with Minou, and more specifically, with Minou's feelings of shame. For an Italian girl, sweet Italian girl, her feelings of shame are more inline with being Japanese.
We start with full attenion for Minou while we tie her arms on her back in a armbinder. After the bondage we lose our attention and let her be, let her walk around freely (isch) in the room. Not giving her attention makes her feel confused, not being able to do much makes her feel frustrated but when we start calling her names and make her do things she barely can with her arms tied she starts to feel her shame and that, exactly that, moment is when she radiates the beauty of submission. We play with that...
After her chores she gets more attention, more than she bargained for. We tie her legs in a cross-legged position and suspend her horizontally, makeing her a table to put our lemonade's on. She maintains this position for quite some time, she has to bother us with her moans of pain but we ignore this while we have lively conversations makeing Minou a very shameful object (of desire, but she does not need to know this).
Next we rotate her upside down, opening Minou up for genital inspection. Really not much she can do when we poke around "there" and judge it in a very vocal manner. If ever poor Minou felt shame, this was it.
We continue to rotate Minou in a horizontal position and raising her armbinder into a strappado. Everything with just the right amount of tension that she feels the bondage but can maintain this for a long enough time. This is beauty in suffering, this is Minou suffering, this is Minou full of shame.
When we release her from this position we lower her to the floor but leave her in her strappado that now became a very serious strappado. The moans of pain (pleasure?) and shame are continues now, when they suddenly stop. We go to her, check if she perhaps fainted but we hear a heavy breathing and see glinstering moist between her legs and below on the floor...
She is weak now and we do not feel it is responsible to put her body through that much stress. So, we remove the strappado but still leave her poor arms in the armbinder. She must have been like this now... 2 hours? We fold her, in armbinder and cross-legged, tie her hair and tie her neck. Moving any part of her arms or head makes her pull her hair or take her own breath away herself. Knowing Minou she is ashamed (and aroused) by all of us watching her struggle, she is naked and I do not mean without clothes.
We have one more "surprise" for Minou, after all this ordeal for (at least) our pleasure we want to make things romantic, put a few candles down, talk sweet to sweet Minou, no shaming what so ever, tell her what a good girl she was... and then drench her in hot candlewax.
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photo's by Ork Photography
Today started out so nice, so relaxed, so... let's do some easy, but very kinky, sh*t. Let me start at the beginning.
Part 1, sweet surrender:
We dress Arienh (RopeMarks' household blond bimbo and slave-girl) in a pretty kimono then start to tie her upper-body with asanawa (Japanese jute bondage rope)... but quickly change our mind and switch to waranawa (rice straw rope, more "prickly") and continue to tie her crossed legs together and include her feet and toes in the bondage. Unable to stand we sit her down on the beautiful tatami and just leave her, to appreciate our view on her, an ornament on the tatami.
After a while, a few coffees ahead in time, we decide we do not hear enough whimpering coming from her red lips and suspend her in various ways, play with her body, watch and enjoy her expression as rope bites in her soft flesh in the various positions. Flesh was the keyword here, we want more flesh and expose her perfect perky boobs to the cruel outside world (that be us). Time for something stronger than coffee.
We've been enjoying a 21 year old Suntory Hibiki and think it is about time to enjoy our 26 year old bimbo/slave-girl. We pick up our thick bamboo cane and when we approach our girl we see fear growing in her eyes. She does not appreciate our bamboo cane, perhaps this is why we do appreciate it, so much.
Since her legs are suspended up we focus the sticks attention on her upper legs and appreciate the sounds of fear, pain and surprise as we switch between her left and right upper leg and occasionally give attention to her ass. Her exposed boobs scream for attention and for the full-body experience we poke the stick on her perky tits, with pressure, generating beautiful sounds of pain and surrender. All this did leave some very interesting poke-marks (ed: new website idea?).
After we are done enjoying our 26 year old we return to enjoying our 21 year old and contemplate on how lucky we are while in the background the soft sounds of sobbing, whimpering and exhaustion are still heard.
Part 2, a row of candles:
The day is slowly moving into the night, our girl, Arienh, still bound and on the tatami, has regained her strength. It is starting to get dark. Time to create a mood and in the process test our new handy-work, a row-of-candles-on-a-stick. We hang the row-of-candles above Arienh and light them one by one, a beautiful warm light flickers in the room and a new idea pops up...
Not wanting to damage the beautiful kimono she is wearing we first remove the waranawa tie and remove the kimono from her tiny body. Striped naked we lay her on the floor, re-tie her wrist, position them above her head and tie-off to a beam, stretching her a bit. Then continue to tie her ankles together and tie-off to an opposite beam. Now, we have positioned our girl right underneath the row-of-candles and stretched her body to the max. Again, she is not going anywhere, unable to escape what we have planned...
The row-of-candles has been burning for some time now and is slowly dripping hot wax on the side of the candles, Arienh stretched underneath and the fear (and anticipation) in her eyes growing.
Without further ado the contraption, the row-of-candles, is tipped...
We sit back, grab our 21 year old and watch the wriggling, screaming and whimpering of our 26 year old. The hot wax is dripping on her young tender flesh, she is wriggling frantically to avoid the falling hot wax. But all of her wriggling is in vain as her tied and stretched body is unable to escape this torment.
We do not stop this burning hell until her entire body is red, red-hot-flesh and red-hot-wax...
At the end of this long day there is one thing we are unable to decide, what did we enjoy more, our 21 year old or our 26 year old?
photo's by CarmineWorx
hosted by Knotty Lounge
kinbaku by RopeMarks
Today started out so nice, so relaxed, so... let's do some easy, but very kinky, sh*t. Let me start at the beginning.
Part 1, sweet surrender:
We dress Arienh (RopeMarks' household blond bimbo and slave-girl) in a pretty kimono then start to tie her upper-body with asanawa (Japanese jute bondage rope)... but quickly change our mind and switch to waranawa (rice straw rope, more "prickly") and continue to tie her crossed legs together and include her feet and toes in the bondage. Unable to stand we sit her down on the beautiful tatami and just leave her, to appreciate our view on her, an ornament on the tatami.
After a while, a few coffees ahead in time, we decide we do not hear enough whimpering coming from her red lips and suspend her in various ways, play with her body, watch and enjoy her expression as rope bites in her soft flesh in the various positions. Flesh was the keyword here, we want more flesh and expose her perfect perky boobs to the cruel outside world (that be us). Time for something stronger than coffee.
We've been enjoying a 21 year old Suntory Hibiki and think it is about time to enjoy our 26 year old bimbo/slave-girl. We pick up our thick bamboo cane and when we approach our girl we see fear growing in her eyes. She does not appreciate our bamboo cane, perhaps this is why we do appreciate it, so much.
Since her legs are suspended up we focus the sticks attention on her upper legs and appreciate the sounds of fear, pain and surprise as we switch between her left and right upper leg and occasionally give attention to her ass. Her exposed boobs scream for attention and for the full-body experience we poke the stick on her perky tits, with pressure, generating beautiful sounds of pain and surrender. All this did leave some very interesting poke-marks (ed: new website idea?).
After we are done enjoying our 26 year old we return to enjoying our 21 year old and contemplate on how lucky we are while in the background the soft sounds of sobbing, whimpering and exhaustion are still heard.
Part 2, a row of candles:
The day is slowly moving into the night, our girl, Arienh, still bound and on the tatami, has regained her strength. It is starting to get dark. Time to create a mood and in the process test our new handy-work, a row-of-candles-on-a-stick. We hang the row-of-candles above Arienh and light them one by one, a beautiful warm light flickers in the room and a new idea pops up...
Not wanting to damage the beautiful kimono she is wearing we first remove the waranawa tie and remove the kimono from her tiny body. Striped naked we lay her on the floor, re-tie her wrist, position them above her head and tie-off to a beam, stretching her a bit. Then continue to tie her ankles together and tie-off to an opposite beam. Now, we have positioned our girl right underneath the row-of-candles and stretched her body to the max. Again, she is not going anywhere, unable to escape what we have planned...
The row-of-candles has been burning for some time now and is slowly dripping hot wax on the side of the candles, Arienh stretched underneath and the fear (and anticipation) in her eyes growing.
Without further ado the contraption, the row-of-candles, is tipped...
We sit back, grab our 21 year old and watch the wriggling, screaming and whimpering of our 26 year old. The hot wax is dripping on her young tender flesh, she is wriggling frantically to avoid the falling hot wax. But all of her wriggling is in vain as her tied and stretched body is unable to escape this torment.
We do not stop this burning hell until her entire body is red, red-hot-flesh and red-hot-wax...
At the end of this long day there is one thing we are unable to decide, what did we enjoy more, our 21 year old or our 26 year old?
photo's by CarmineWorx
hosted by Knotty Lounge
kinbaku by RopeMarks